take late last year, say... november or december. and it is april 2007 now. so that makes a total of... give and take... i have not stepped into the clubs for five months then.
more math. for my case, weekend night means both friday and saturday nights. so it's two weekend nights. there are approximately four weeks in a month. that makes eight weekend nights in a month.
so, if i have been staying home for approximately five months now, that mean, i have roughly spent 40 weekend nights at home so far. away from the clubs. not bad for my case. and i don't even miss it. i tend to prefer less crowded places these days, meeting up a friend or two for tete-a-tete over tea or simply hanging out with a friend by the pool downstairs for quick gossips.
this weekend was almost the same as the other weekends in the past five months or so. friday night was an almost mandatory cable/dvd night. woke up the next morning on saturday at eight to find colin had risen earlier than i did and left for the gym. sean dropped by in the nick of time when i was done with household chores and we hung out at the pool downstairs for a quick tan.
"how ya doin'?"
then it was lunch in the village with colin, sean and warren. a real quick one, cos it was frigging humid outside. colin and i got back home for our siesta under the whirring sound of air-con... lee kuan yew was right: air-con has gotta be the best invention of the 20th century.
nightfall, colin left to fulfill his social calendar duties. while waiting for mr hunky-dory wei to come over, i decided to beat the heat and humidity by gorging my face with half of a watermelon. there was just way too much fibre, i went bloated right after my last slice of the melon. bad idea.
reruns of little britain and french & saunders trailed late into the night over countless vodka cranberries. the best bit was the company that wei was, i can never get enough of his au naturel english accent. we both think we'd one day do a emily howard & florence get up together and walk around in the village with dainty parasols, petite lacy gloves and in victorian accoutrements.
"i'm a lady. are you a lady? regardez les enfants, they're playing footy my dear florence."
sunday was extremely lazy a day. after breakfast, we came back to my place and watched a super duper total lesbianic nutty french movie, "8 femmes". gosh... catherine danueve at 60 yrs old is still stunning.
we sought refuge in air-conditioned pho hoa for vietnamese lunch. i thought the mural on the walls of pho hoa was gorgeous.
air-con wasn't enough for wei, he had to have shades on while having lunch.
back at home in the evening after wei had left, i was left to my own devices in dealing with the extreme humidity. perspiring terribly while i was e-filing my tax returns online.
much later, i somehow felt the cool down. it's gotta be the phalaenopsis i have been staring at, blooming in full might on the dining table.
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